1. Understanding mom-in-law


    Date: 2/14/2016, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Ass to mouth, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Male / Older Female, Masturbation, Water Sports/Pissing, Author: Ren Dhark, Rating: 92.5, Source: sexstories.com

    In one of those peculiar twists of fate, I actually met my future mother-in-law about a year, before I met my future wife. A buddy of mine introduced me to Pat and her hubby John, at a pub. We had a few drinks, got along famously, had a few more drinks, and then realised it was getting very late. My buddy and I tried to make our excuses, as we needed to arrange some sort of accommodation, but they wouldn't hear of it. "Plenty of space at our house!", they insisted. We ended up scrapping our plans, and spent the weekend with them. Come Sunday night, we had to take the ferry back to the mainland. John and Pat accompanied us, and made us promise to stay with them, next time we were on the island. Well, my buddy found other interests, but I became a regular visitor over the coming months. One weekend, I was shocked to find that they had gone to the trouble of re-decorating an entire room just for me. It seems, I had been "adopted". And then "She" returned. The one, who had been mentioned but rarely. I should have been smart enough to understand the implications. I wasn't. One morning, I was sleeping off the previous night's carousing - when the bedroom-door flew open and banged against the wall. I tried to open my eyes. "Wha?!?" Blearily, I saw an outline in the doorway. "What-the-fuck are you doing in my room!?", snarled Crocodile Dundee at me. My eyes flew wide open, and I regarded the spectre before me. Cowboy boots, worn Levis, a wide belt - with a massive buckle, ...
    chequered shirt - top three buttons undone, battered cowboy-hat, and underneath it - the angriest eyes I had ever seen, straddling the cutest nose, above the fullest lips - just begging me to kiss them. The prodigal daughter had returned, and I was instantly - hopelessly - in love. I should have spent more time looking at her cold eyes, and less time looking at the outline of her perky, little breasts. I was to get to know those acidic looks all too well. A year later we were married. Six months after that, I was sitting alone on a deserted tropical beach - trying to work my way through a bottle of Southern Comfort. It had been a stormy courtship - followed by an even stormier marriage - and I knew that I had made a terrible mistake. Two actually - if you count getting her pregnant. So there I was - a bundle of misery - when someone sat down beside me. It was Pat - good old Pat. She was the exact opposite of the stereotypical mother-in-law. Warm, friendly, and fun to be with. Maybe because we had been friends, long before we became relatives. She put her arm around me, and I offered her a swig from my bottle. She smiled and took a sip. Now Pat's not really much to look at. I was 22 at the time, and she was in her early 40s. A plain face, short, mousy hair, small breasts, and a little belly. She did have a nice tan and a great ass, though. But when she smiled - she was positively beautiful! All through my marital troubles, she had tried to remain neutral, while still mediating. It ...
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